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[April 3rd] [The Three Musketeers] Diverse Tasks
Title: Diverse Tasks
Day/Theme: Etc.
Series: The Three Musketeers (books)
Character/Pairing: Planchet, Mosqueton, Bazin, Grimaud
Rating: G
Desillusionment is a gradual process. It only takes a few hours for Jean Planchet to realize he has not, in fact, landed his dream job; first he is told that his employer is not the grand gentleman who hired him, but said gentleman’s callow and provincial younger friend, and then it transpires that said friend does not even command a spare bed for Planchet to sleep in.
It is not until the lackeys of his new master’s friends attempt to befriend him, however, that he realizes the depths to which he has inadvertently sunk.
Mosqueton grandly offers to teach him all the tricks of a valet’s trade, an offer Planchet accepts, until the first lesson. All things considered, he does not find it a good idea to steal from M. d’Artagnan, even if Mosqueton claims that if you only take so much out of every bottle of wine and fill it up with water, not even the most gentlemanly palate will notice. “Except for M. Athos. You don’t tamper with his wine. Not ever.”
Bazin is next. Planchet knows very little of cooking, and is glad to have the older man’s help in the kitchen, though he scoffs at the secret recipe for horse sauce. Whatever else might be said about his employer, the man is in pocket; Planchet has no fear that he will ever need to mask the taste of dead horse. Bazin scoffs right back, and sagely tells him that he has a lot to learn about the life of a musketeer’s servant.
Finally, on his third day in service, Grimaud comes by with a small bag of something that might be soap flakes – or then again, going by the smell, might be the dried scales of some small and unsavory water creature. “For shirts,” he explains.
“And what am I supposed to do with them?” Planchet asks, testily.
“Get the blood out. Only thing that works.”
Planchet stares blankly at his colleague, and for the first time in his twenty-one years he feels the need to sit down and cry. Or change his trade. Or both.
Day/Theme: Etc.
Series: The Three Musketeers (books)
Character/Pairing: Planchet, Mosqueton, Bazin, Grimaud
Rating: G
Desillusionment is a gradual process. It only takes a few hours for Jean Planchet to realize he has not, in fact, landed his dream job; first he is told that his employer is not the grand gentleman who hired him, but said gentleman’s callow and provincial younger friend, and then it transpires that said friend does not even command a spare bed for Planchet to sleep in.
It is not until the lackeys of his new master’s friends attempt to befriend him, however, that he realizes the depths to which he has inadvertently sunk.
Mosqueton grandly offers to teach him all the tricks of a valet’s trade, an offer Planchet accepts, until the first lesson. All things considered, he does not find it a good idea to steal from M. d’Artagnan, even if Mosqueton claims that if you only take so much out of every bottle of wine and fill it up with water, not even the most gentlemanly palate will notice. “Except for M. Athos. You don’t tamper with his wine. Not ever.”
Bazin is next. Planchet knows very little of cooking, and is glad to have the older man’s help in the kitchen, though he scoffs at the secret recipe for horse sauce. Whatever else might be said about his employer, the man is in pocket; Planchet has no fear that he will ever need to mask the taste of dead horse. Bazin scoffs right back, and sagely tells him that he has a lot to learn about the life of a musketeer’s servant.
Finally, on his third day in service, Grimaud comes by with a small bag of something that might be soap flakes – or then again, going by the smell, might be the dried scales of some small and unsavory water creature. “For shirts,” he explains.
“And what am I supposed to do with them?” Planchet asks, testily.
“Get the blood out. Only thing that works.”
Planchet stares blankly at his colleague, and for the first time in his twenty-one years he feels the need to sit down and cry. Or change his trade. Or both.